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Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, I need money money Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, Nigga I money money money Nigga want hundeds hundeds Nigga want money money
1] The biggest fast time is rhyme the size Its been the same man the game became mine I spot four one of at the same time like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine Do I give a fuck, no I never I just blow my weed and a bubble bath I at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz half of you niggaz cant even fuck with me I'm on it cause I'm so fucking And every town that I roll I leave my G prints LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a batch of fish in a skillet I say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers See where I'm from you either rate us, us or steal us And right now all the cap peelers gotta feel us
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2] Money, is everything the crack to the fiend It's the king to the It reigns It's the crop to the (say what) a po man, no man, its everybodys dream Money, mo money, get But sure you know that your folks don't get funny Everybody claiming that down on they luck While I'm fresh dressed like a bucks I throw on my black socks my all gold chucks Now lets see one of my trucks we gone use today To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother U.S.A Its all a dream, and dreams can come If it happen for me, it can happen for you Meech from the beach, he shit cracking And everything he touch to go platinum
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3] Ya got to cash to make it these days And you can make at one of a hundred different ways You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track And write you a rap, and try to get you to Or you could stand on the streets and and wine You can throw up insane, twenty crip or one I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, it's a blood thing Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way to the west coast Still smoking, a pound of that shit Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, money
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[Ad over chorus] For all the niggaz out there getting their is the root of all evil huh You what I mean, we already living in So fuck, get money man I at shit like this: The mother fuckers don't got money, they doing bad and they don't a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the mother fuckers got money, they depressed you know they can't it So I mean, whats pleasure you wanna with it our without it, shit I'm bout it I got to have it, you me
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